He now loathed the memory of Arthur Ferris as the slimy snake in the grass; and yet he resisted his desire to shove all the traitor's traps into a storage warehouse.
"Be ruled by me, Randall," urged Jack Witherspoon, as he set out on Monday morning for his last business conferences with the New York end of his railroad employers.
"I will surely make Hugh give up the million.

You shall have your three-quarters, for it would be ruin to Worthington to drag out his relations with Durham." "Play the honest Iago.

Keep your counsel.

Dismiss this from you mind.

Make love to some pretty girl, amuse yourself.